nika folds her arms over her chest, sighing. “ i’m not kissing you. “

( head tilts, trying to hide the smirk on her lips. ) i could think of a few… duct tape. my hand.

( blinks, staring still before grumbling. ) what are we five? and no, they’re not. hush it.

( flicking his forehead, staring. ) i am not.

( narrowing her eyes, checking his forehead. ) no you’re definitely sick.

well damn, that’s no fun.

﹙ she’s already noticed, too late. ﹚ you’re kidding me right? where you HIDING that you’re sick? jesus christ—

﹙ head snaps up, brows furrowed. ﹚ does that mean i can steal your heart again?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ﹙ laying face flat on the floor. it’s been a day ﹚

“ i think you just want my attention, don’t ya little bird? “ she can’t help but just look at him, hands putting the book to the side as she breathes out a quiet sigh. “ i’ve missed you too. “

peeks her head in. that’s enough seeing people today.

trying to hide her smile, hand moving to comb through his hair. “it can wait huh?”

looks down at him, brow raised. “you’re interrupting my book y’know?”

/ to poof again or not

“what was that for?!” eyes blinking as she just stares at him, still trying to process the fact she was just bit.

hisses. OW??!!

she’s fighting demons tonight ( pretty much herself )

face buried against his neck, a huff slipping from her lips. “you’re stuck now.”

quietly just dragging him back to bed to cuddle.

/ snatching 🤭

damiiiii come home.

she’s missing a certain someone.

quietly just sips on her coffee. such another glorious morning — not.

sleep — what is sleep?

truly is how she’s doing this morning.

tired. annoyed. time to hide in the cemetery and sleep

( her hands move to hide her face, soft huffs slipping past her lips. cheeks red. ) stoppp!

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

she’s /not/ vibing to backstreet boys. nope.

( a soft little giggle falls past her lips, nose brushing his. )

( grabs his shirt, pulling him into a kiss. )

peeks head in. too many people.

so dang precious.

always him.

grumpy and tired. such a great combination. don’t bother her… unless you’re a certain someone.

( quietly just hugs him tightly. )

dragging herself out of bed.

she’s trying not to just bury her face against his shoulder, her cheeks feeling as if they’re burning up. “i won’t leave.” huffs. “i promise.”

her eyes blink a few times but she carefully cups his jaw, returning the kiss with a quiet hum.

her eyes watch him, fingers still carefully carding through his locks. a small frown on her lips at him flinching. “you sure…?”

quietly running her fingers through his hair.

somebody’s grumpy.

no.

i do not.

i haven't been... what's the word? social able.

I think you're imagining things, pretty sure I have not.

what do you mean NUH UH?